Little husband, he is born with a good life

Since Liangzhou began to breed, the money has been approved like running water, and it has been approved one by one, all supported by the money from the Nanfanghai merchants of Xie Ji Company.

The growth cycle of squid is three to five months, and it takes at least three months to go back and forth to the northern Xinjiang area with the most experienced caravans outside the Great Wall.

Xie Ning's temperament has also gradually calmed down as he went into business, and only by taking a long time can he catch big fish.

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Now the small wooden cart has become Xiao Pangcheng's weapon. Sitting in the cart, his two little fleshy feet rubbed here and there, pushing the cart and bumping it around.

A string of servants behind him can't do anything about him, Zhou Jinnian's only little guy, this is the real young master.

Seeing that he is so big, only as high as an adult's knee, he pushed the cart and knocked over the chair and the cabinet.

There was a doll on the chest of drawers, which was sewn by Cao Xiaodie. The stitching was fine, the workmanship was exquisite, and the colors were colorful, which caught the attention of this milk doll.

He didn't know how to call someone to get it, so he pushed the cart to hit the cabinet. The cabinet was made of solid wood and was very stable.

With a sound of "嗙", there was a movement, which made the doll shake.

Little Jingcheng raised his head, "Kaka..."

Backed up a few steps, gathered up enough strength and stepped on soft steps, pushed the cart to hit it, "Hmph..."

The nanny understood what he meant, and went over to the doll and asked, "Second Young Master, do you want this doll?"

As soon as she touched the doll, Xiao Jingcheng shouted, "Ah! Gah!"

The nanny let go of her hand to look at him, Xiao Jingcheng pouted, and his eyebrows were frowned.He's addicted to it, and he's still not willing to do it when people help him...

"Hey! Hey! Hey..." Then there was the sound of banging on the cabinet.

Little Jingcheng laughed happily, "Hmph...quack..."

When the doll was finally knocked down by him, he pointed with his little finger, "Wow!"

The nanny tried to reach out, but he stopped barking, and handed it to him, but he still didn't want it, and pointed to the cabinet again, "Ah!"

"Put it back?" The nanny was also amused by him, and asked with a smile, comparing the doll to the top of the cabinet.

"Hmm!" Xiao Jingcheng also answered.

Just like that, the top-quality red pine wood chest of drawers was scratched by Zhou Jingcheng. He laughed loudly at the moment, and at night he told his father to beat him up, and he cried quite loudly.

When the first batch of squids in Liangzhou matured, the two milk dolls would officially learn to walk.

It's December at the end of the year, and the two milk babies have just turned one year old. Because they always take them to the garden for a walk in summer, they have formed a habit.

There was a fire in the room, and it was warm. Xiao Jingcheng stood up with his support on the limp, and rubbed his feet forward bit by bit, heading towards the door.

Sister Wan was sitting in her elder brother's arms, and Brother Yu played small games with her, which she often played when she couldn't turn over.

Brother Yu clenched his hand and handed it to her. She squeezed her soft claws with her small mouth. Brother Yu released the water and opened her hand following her small strength.

Sister Wan thought she had opened it, and smiled with her small teeth, "Hmph..."

Brother Yu also laughed, "Come again."

Xie Ning has been staring at his second son, since he climbed under the window couch, now seeing that he is about to go outside, he asked aloud, "Cheng'er, where are you going?"

Little Pang Cheng's ears were stuffed with cotton, pretending not to hear, and looking at the door with his mouth pouted.

He looked around the little man's house, finally summoned up the courage to raise his chubby hand as a sign of surrender, and jumped on the round stool with two jiggling steps, and headed for the door.

Xie Ning had no choice but to squat in front of him, "It's snowing outside."

"Frozen feet..." He pointed at the round feet of his second son with his finger.

"Frozen hands..." He squeezed his hot fat claws with his hands.

"Frozen ears." She tugged at his small ears with her hand.

"Ah!" Little Jingcheng was unhappy, he patted the stool, stomped his feet, and pouted after shouting.

Sister Wan sat round, turned her head to look at her father, pursed her mouth to watch her brother lose his temper, and remained silent.

Still having a temper tantrum with dad?Xie Ning looked at him with his mouth squinted, and kept looking at him, not moving his eyes away.

Little Jingcheng clicked his mouth at first, then blinked his eyes and looked at the ground, and finally shook his head to avoid his father's sight.

"Hmph..." Seeing his guilty appearance, Xie Ning laughed, picked him up and went back to warm himself by the fire.

In the end, it was a roasted sweet potato that calmed Xiao Jingcheng's eagerness to try.

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But winter is long, and sweet potatoes are roasted again and again every day. Xiao Jingcheng is just small, but not stupid.

Today, Xie Ning tore a circle of sweet potato skin. The roasted sweet potato was steaming hot, and the red flesh looked very sweet. He held it up and called to his younger son, "Cheng'er, are you eating baked potatoes? Come back soon." .”

Little Jingcheng had already walked to the door, he pouted and pawed at the door, "Ah!"

Baked potatoes no longer appealed to him.

"Ah what? Come back." Xie Ning pretended to be serious.

Little Jingcheng turned his head away from looking at his father, and poked at the door with his fat and short little finger. If he hadn't been stared at by his father, he would have stuck out his tongue to fix the wooden door.

Xie Ning tightened his grip on the book, "Zhou Jingcheng."

"Hmm!" Xiao Jingcheng was warned by both names and surnames, but he just nodded perfunctorily to his father, expressing that he heard it.

It was snowing outside the house, and a layer of snow had already accumulated in the yard. The doors of each room were closed, and there were occasional little maids walking in the corridor.

Outside the Zhou Mansion, Zhou Jinian dismounted, and immediately someone held an umbrella for him. Zhou Jinian untied his cloak and hat, and asked as he walked, "Is Ning Lang in the study?"

"Master Ning is in the main room."

Zhou Ji Nian didn't speak any more, he raised his foot towards the main house, and just as he got up to the eaves, he heard Naiwa's childish voice.

Little Jingcheng was stared at by his father, and he dared to point out the door, "Oh!"

Xie Ning patted his thigh with the book, "Come back, it's cold outside."

Little Jingcheng took two steps towards his father, stomped his feet, and tried to growl to achieve his goal, "Wow!"

Xie Ning looked at him with a thick head and a thick head, and he was naive, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter. Zhou Jinian stood at the door and listened, and knocked on the door with his hand, "Ning Lang."

Qiu Lian quickly protected the second young master and went to open the door.

"Ah scolding!" Little Jingcheng flung himself up and hugged his father's thigh.

Afraid of bumping his son, Zhou Jinian didn't hide, and coaxed softly: "Go in."

Little Jingcheng pursed his lips, his eyes were full of anticipation, his little face was raised, his little claws were tightly clutching his father's clothes, and he wanted to whimper coquettishly, "Hmm!"

Zhou Jinnian had no choice but to lift him up by pinching his small body, because he was cold, because he was afraid of freezing his son, and made him act like a spoiled child, so he had to do it.

When he entered the room, Xie Ning stood up, stuffed the baked potato into his mouth, helped him untie his cloak, and handed it to Qiu Lian behind him.

"How long has it been? Is the court finished?" Xie Ning looked out of the window, unable to see the weather through the window paper.

Zhou Jinnian sat down and collapsed, Qiulian and Qiushu were placed at his feet with a brazier.

"No court, the emperor is ill." Zhou Jinnian sat his youngest son on his lap, looked for his girl with his eyes, and saw her sleeping soundly on the bed.

Xie Ning nodded and sat down too.

Emperor Qingyuan fell ill again, and since the beginning of autumn, the early court has been interrupted several times.

Little Jingcheng couldn't sit still, he kicked his legs, his little butt rubbed left and right and wanted to slide to the ground, Zhou Jinnian followed him and put him on the ground to stand.

Little Jingcheng grabbed his father's knee like this, held his head up, "Ah..."

It turned out that seeing his father eat delicious baked potatoes, he got hungry again.

Zhou Jinnian fed him with baked potatoes, he pouted and licked his front teeth, and told Xie Ning to nod his forehead with his finger.

Xie Ning said angrily: "You're going to be angry with me, I don't want the whole one for you, I have to pick it out of your father's mouth."

Zhou Ji Nian made a fool of himself, and fed Xie Ning with baked potatoes, which meant that you would pick them out of my mouth too.

Xie Ning rolled his eyes at him, and shrank back, showing disgust.

"Haha... ah... haha..." Xiao Jingcheng looked happily, laughing with his head held high, knowing that he was holding his father's clothes to prevent himself from falling, and his little claws crumpled his father's official uniform .

When the two adults were talking, he lost sight of him, and he quietly walked towards the door again, Qiulian followed him.

"Let's drink mutton soup at noon. Wu Hongyi brought me some spices called pepper from overseas, saying that it is warming up by cooking soup in winter."

Wu Hongyi was in charge of the southern soft fish trade route. He originally cooperated with the Duan family. After the Duan family fell, he followed Xie Ning to make a living. He is a very reliable person.

Zhou Jinnian nodded, he was well fed, and Fu Lang gave him whatever to eat, "Wu Hongyi is going back to Jianzhou now?"

"I'm back, it's extremely cold in winter, and the letter is a bit slow."

"Alright, it's not safe to wait any longer."

Xie Ning saw that the husband did not intend to change his official uniform, so he asked, "Are you still going out in the afternoon?"

"Go out, go to the household department, don't wear official clothes anymore." Zhou Jinian got warmer, got up and changed his official clothes, and the clingy ghost husband followed him to help him.

After changing his clothes, Xie Ning hugged the official uniform and saw the mark on the hem that was pulled out by his younger son, so he turned to look at Xiao Jingcheng.

Zhou Jinian followed suit, and seeing Xiao Jingcheng standing pitifully at the door, continuing to sting the door, Zhou Jinian went over to pick him up, "Here are the hat and gloves."

"Yes." Qiu Lian understood that the master never wore gloves, so she went to get small gloves and a small bowl hat, and put them on for the second young master.

A thin layer of cotton was stored inside the small bowl hat, and two earmuffs were sewn to take it off. Zhou Jinnian tied the two strings hanging from the earmuffs to Xiao Jingcheng's chin.

Then he went out with his tightly wrapped little son in his arms, and stood under the eaves of the corridor, quietly watching the snow.

Xie Ning came over and put a cloak on him, and went to the stove to order the fire to start. He was greedy and wanted to cook a peppery mutton soup.

Pepper, because it tastes pungent like the pepper family, so it is called pepper.

Every winter, Xie Ning cooks mutton soup, and his eldest son Yu Geer likes mutton soup with sesame seed cakes.

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During the Chinese New Year this year, the court officials in the capital were all overwhelmed by dark clouds. Emperor Qingyuan was seriously ill, but he didn't point out which prince was acting as the government official for a long time.

Since the founding of the dynasty, Emperor Qingyuan ordered that the reserve should not be announced to the world, and the imperial edict should be hidden in the cabinet and read out when he was critically ill.

The Household Department of Zhou Ji Nian has one more task this year. There is a famine in Xizhou, and the prefect of Xizhou frequently reports for food.

This has never happened in the previous life.

Zhou Jinnian's superior Minister of the Household Department is also seriously ill, and he can't read clearly. Everything has to be discussed by Zhou Jinian and the right minister of the Household Department.

The country mobilizes grain to be transported to Xizhou, and the road freight is a big expense.When there is a famine, there will be troubles. Hungry people begin to migrate to places with abundant food. There are frequent incidents of robbing food and murdering people around Xizhou. Therefore, the military department must be mobilized to suppress it, and the food must be successfully escorted to Xizhou to help the people. .

Zhou Jinian spent a few nights writing the plan, but the lives of hungry people and the urgent need to stop burning, killing and looting food can only save time and money to a slight extent.

After the plan is handed in, it will be Chinese New Year.

The approvals have been approved layer by layer, and when they are implemented, the new year has passed, and it is the end of February.

It just so happened that Xie Ning's seafood from Liangzhou was ready to be shipped, Xie Ning ordered to exchange flour and cakes for the Hu people, and sent them to Xizhou in March.

He makes money for his family to live a good life, and his husband makes money for the people of the Qing Dynasty to live a good life. The Zhou family in the capital is content and feels that life is not bad. force.

Zhou Jinnian also supported Xiaofulang. As an upright official for the country and the people, he didn't have much pursuit of material life. With his salary alone, it was not a problem to support the whole family.

As for saving money for children, it doesn't exist for him, and he teaches them to fish instead of fish.